Chapter 581


    Chapter 581


    Cordy did a double take, realizing btedly that her entire body was still leaning on Lucas and her


    arms were wrapped firmly around his waist.


    She quickly let go of him and straightened herself, exining hastily as she did so, “That was just an


    ident.”


    Lucas sneered, clearly skeptical.


    However, he didn’t say much, perhaps out of respect for Maron.


    Nheless, Cordy was indignant with his reaction.


    How self-important could he get? Did he think every woman was eager to throw themselves at him?


    Cordy shifted her body as far away as possible from him, but Lucas reminded her anyway, “You should


    put on your seatbelt for safety’s sake.”


    Cordy took a deep breath, and told herself not to get upset.


    She naturally knew that Lucas wasn’t that nice, and was just worried that she would have an excuse to


    throw herself on him.


    She gritted her teeth as she forcefully put on her seatbelt.


    Soon, the car arrived at the restaurant.


    Maron loved jpenos recipes, and his preference for spicy food was curious for a foreigner.


    Since they had called ahead, everything was ready as they headed inside their private room.


    They took their seats; Lucas deliberately picked a spot far from Cordy, clearly very wary and prejudiced


    against her.


    Cordy was never one who got nitpicky, but Lucas’s deliberate avoidance still left her a little upset.


    However, she bore with it and focused all her attention on her conversation with Maron, wholeheartedly


    ignoring Lucas’s presence.


    “I’ve been saying that Minerva’s jpenos just don’t taste the same as Zidonia’s.” Maron was full of


    praise even as he ate. “Don’t you agree, Lucas?”


    “Yeah,” Lucas replied as he ate in silence, but he too was eating a lot.


    Cordy didn’t want to observe how much food he was wolfing down, but he almost finished the te of


    jpeno poppers while she had only begun to eat.


    “By the way, Lovely,” Maron said to her. “Lucas is nning to expand his merce business here in


    the capital. He’s half Zidonian, but his father migrated some twenty years ago. He doesn’t know anyone


    here, so try to help him out in his business. We’ve been friends for years, so I can vouch for him.”


    “I’ll do my best to help if there’s any assistance you need, Mr. Lynch,” Cordy said politely-she certainly


    wouldn’t reject Maron. Years of experience had taught her business conversation.


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    Nheless, Lucas rejected her without hesitation. ‘No, it’s fine. I’ll manage my business on my own-l


    won’t impose on Miss Sachs.”


    “You might not be aware, but connections are vital in Zidonia. Without them, you won’t even make it


    through the front door,” Maron exined.


    It wasmon knowledge that this was a ce governed by sentiment, and there were times that


    people would refuse making money just to spite a person.